Cortez - THANK GOD (feat. HADDY RACKS) Lyrics

All we know is hustle, we was all muscle, ask kuzzo
I've seen a hundred grand with the fam, learned young they don't love you, thank God for the struggle
It turned me to a man, on them cold nights, under pole lights
Get it your price, we was by the stove, right
Look, all we know is hustle, thank God for the struggle
It made me who I am, yeah, rose from the hallway
Grip in a stash box, trunk full of oye, my phone clickin' all day
Powder so pure for the nose, they adore me
Couple zones, get it for the low, you can call me
Always got it on me, I never lack
Hand on the Bible, this is Cort, so I'll never rat
Triple beam stands in that kitchen, had to measure that
Raised in the crack era, on God, I'll never crack, never that
I remember rent due, rats, leaks, lights off, gas heat
Trap suites and windows with the bed sheets
Minimum wage, inspired all my criminal ways
Thank God I ain't biddin' up state
See they all stand tall till they sit in a cage
And see they wife and kids visitin' a prisoner's gate
Damn, it could've been me, grippin' on the 80
The streets was all crazy, the struggles what made me
All we know is hustle, we was all muscle, ask kuzzo
I've seen a hundred grand with the fam
Learned young they don't love you, Thank God for the struggle
It turned me to a man, on them cold nights
Under pole lights, get it your price
We was by the stove, right
Look, all we know is hustle, thank God for the struggle
It made me who I am
I wanna live life enormous and toast about it
When you die, all they gon' do is use you for clout
Post about it, you know Racks
Survival in the trap is mad real
Hustlin' like a single-parent mother with mad bills
Seen a young nigga get his mother and dad killed
His sister got away, but his brother got stabbed still
That dope'll get you poppin
But the Fetanyl is like Travis Scott
It'll have a nigga droppin
My homie got caught with a Mac in a cab
They pulled him over, they seen him put a crack in his ass
That's why now I'm supplying the Buddha
Seen the cops kill an old man and he was just ridin' his Scooter
Soon as I buy more pounds, I'm supplying the movers
When I get more guns, I'm supplying the shooters
Haddy Racks, the struggle is what made me
And God gave me a gift, and the hustle is what he gave me
All we know is hustle, we was all muscle
Ask kuzzo, seen a hundred grand with the fam
Learned young they don't love you, thank God for the struggle
It turned me to a man
On them cold nights, under pole lights
Get it your price, we was by the stove, right
Look, all we know is hustle, thank God for the struggle
It made me who I am